In the bitter waves of woeBeaten and tossed aboutBy the sullen winds that blowFrom the desolate shores of doubt,Where the anchors that faith has castAre dragging in the gale,I am quietly holding fastTo the things that cannot fail.​And fierce though the fiends may fight,And long though the angels hide,I know that truth and rightHave the universe on their side;And that somewhere beyond the starsIs a love that is better than fate.When the night unlocks her barsI shall see Him—and I will wait.